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Thursday, December 31, 2015

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Interview:

Crystal: Today I have the pleasure of hosting Jason Werbeloff. Welcome Jason! I'm so happy to have you here with us today. Would you share a little bit about yourself with us today?

Jason: Human, male, 31. From an obscure planet in the Milky Way Galaxy. Likes chocolates, Labradors, and zombies (not necessarily in that order). I’m a philosopher by training, a programmer in a previous life, and a sci-fi novelist by profession. I’ve written two novels, ‘Hedon’ and ‘The Solace Pill’, and the short story anthology, ‘Obsidian Worlds’.Crystal: Do you have a favorite scene you would like to share with us?Jason: This is a scene from ‘The Cryo Killer’, one of the stories in my sci-fi short story anthology, ‘Obsidian Worlds’. I like the scene because of the layers of hidden agendas involved. All the characters, including the reader, are trying anxiously to pin each other down, to find out just what is going on:“Inesa and Paul, good to meet you. Who referred you?”“Mr. Camfrey’s wife.”Paul’s hands are working. Picking at each other. At the cuticles.“Ah yes, I was sorry to hear about his passing.”“I think,” she lowers her voice, “that it was professionally done. Heart attack, I hear.”I lean forward. “You’d like a similar package, ma’am?”Paul speaks up for the first time. “Is it quick?”If I had a penny for every time a client asked me that question. “Painless,” I say, “or your money back.”Paul harrumphs.“Excellent,” says Inesa, beaming. “You’ve been doing this a while?”“Best in the business,” says Janet, striding over to us. She places a hand on my shoulder. “You’re safe with Barker.”“So, you’re wanting the double package?”Inesa squeezes her husband’s arm. Every carat on her ring finger catches the sunlight. His nod is miniscule.“Yes,” she replies after a moment.“Those are difficult.” I lean back in my chair, weighing the ring out of the corner of my eye. “Coroner looks closely at doubles. Need a plausible cause of death. Right now all I have in stock are gas leaks and home invasions. Invasions can get messy – brings down the property value. I suggest the gas leak. Although …” I glance at Paul. “Home invasions are on the rise.”Paul scratches the skin over his knuckles. His lips have taken on a bluish tinge. I’ve seen all manner of manners displayed in the chairs on the other side of my desk. Clients respond to their impending deaths in all sorts of ways. Paul’s reaction isn’t unique.“Gas leak,” says Inesa definitively.Paul nods, a quick jerk up and down. “When’ll it happen?” He can’t meet my gaze.“I could probably fit you in next week. Any preferences?”“I’m writing an exam on Tuesday,” says Inesa. She looks to Paul, “And I’m sure you’d like to finalize that merger?”He groans.“Late next week?” she asks.“Let’s see … Janet, check my availability, please.”“Could do Friday next.”“Excellent,” says Inesa.“But …” Paul is fading to a paler blue by the minute. Droplets dot his forehead. “I just can’t live with the thought of this hanging over me for the next ten days. I just …” He swallows. “I just can’t.”I reach out a hand and touch the man’s shoulder. His golf shirt is saturated. “Not to worry, sir. A memory wipe is included. You’ll never know you were here.” I offer him my warmest smile. Janet calls it the Big Daddy. “In fact, you may’ve been here before, and you wouldn’t know.”Paul eyeballs me. “Have we been here before?”“I couldn’t tell you.” I wink.Crystal: Where did you come up with the idea for Obsidian Worlds?Jason: I used the word "obsidian" in both of my first two novels, ‘The Solace Pill’ and ‘Hedon’, and it became a sort of in-joke among the people in my writing group that I always use the word "obsidian" in my stories. So I started using the word consciously, and when I was considering a title for the anthology, "obsidian" came to mind – this was after I wrote the first three or four stories. The adjective has all the connotations I was looking for – a deep, glassy blackness, sharp, cutting, and mysterious.Obsidian blades have been used for centuries in swords and by surgeons. An obsidian blade is so sharp, it separates cells rather than tears them as a conventional blade would. The stories in the book are meant to do the same: slice between your concepts and ideas, bifurcating them into dark configurations you couldn’t have imagined beforehand.Crystal:What are you currently working on?Jason:I’m currently half-way through writing a gory sci-fi thriller. Think body parts everywhere, in an advanced society. Think callousness, cruelty, connection and unrestricted body horror, and you’ve got a good idea of the novel. I’m releasing it mid-2016.Between now and then, I’m planning to release a few short stories, set in the same or a similar universe to the novel.Crystal:Do you have any special routine that you follow when you are writing? Jason: I don’t have any fixed routines when writing, but I do have some preferences. I love writing in bubbly coffee shops. So much so, that I use an app called ‘Coffitivity’ to reproduce the sounds of a coffee shop in my office when I don’t find time to get out of the house. I love the ambience. And the characters – glance around yourself at a coffee shop and you’re bound to find someone who’ll fit a role in your book.Coffee shops, and late at night. Writing after midnight is my thing. It’s quiet. No distractions. While the world sleeps, the writer writes the world. So, I guess the holy grail would be a busy 24-hour coffee shop…Crystal:Did you have to do a lot of research for this book or any other? If so do you have a fascinating fact that you have learned you would like to share with us?Jason: One of the advantages of writing science fiction is that the world one creates can diverge from our current world in any way you like. So in that sense, research isn’t required. But in another sense, research is crucial, because the way in which the story world diverges from our own must be plausible. It must be the kind of world that is at least possible. The reader must be convinced that one day, the world could turn out as it is in the story. If it’s unconvincing, it’s not science fiction – it’s fantasy (and I’m not a huge fan of fantasy).My first novel, ‘The Solace Pill’, is about 3d printers capable of scanning and printing whole, functioning human beings. This isn’t possible right now, but all the ingredients are here today – the ability to print with organic material, the ability to scan people with fMRIs, etc. The first 3d printed organs are already available! To write the book I did a lot of research into current 3d printing technology. Challenging and interesting.Crystal:Who are some of your favorite authors that you like to read?Kurt Vonnegut has been on my mind recently. It’s his whit – clever, humbling, but kind too. He never ridicules a character, even if he shows up every one of their flaws.I love Philip K. Dick. ‘Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep’ was the first science fiction novel I ever read. Every one of his stories, even if it’s not beautifully written, contains a blindingly original world. If you’re looking for thought experiments that’ll blow your mind, dip into a Philip K. Dick novel.And then I’d have to include Margaret Atwood. ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’ is gorgeously horrific. It changed the way I wrote my second novel, ‘Hedon’, and pushed me to include feminist themes in my writing. ‘Dinner with Flexi’, in my anthology, ‘Obsidian Worlds’, is intended to be an even more extreme version of Atwood’s book. The story is written around a world where women are farmed, and eaten. I’d love to know what Atwood thinks.Crystal:Is there a genre you haven't written that you would like to try?Jason:I’m not too sure. At the moment, I can’t see myself writing anything that isn’t science fiction. It provides a flavor to stories that one just can’t reproduce any other way. No matter how good the thriller, or the romance, or the horror, setting it in space or in a future dystopia is just that much more interesting.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~BLURB:Jason Werbeloff’s short stories have been downloaded over 20,000 times. Obsidian Worlds brings together his 11 best-selling sci-fi shorts into a mind-bending philosophical anthology.In Your Averaged Joe, a man’s headache is large enough to hold the multiverse. Q46F is an obsessive-compulsive android who finds love in a zombie-embroiled apocalypse. The end of the world isn’t all that bad – The Experience Machine will fulfil your every desire (and some you hadn’t considered). A sex bot dares to dream of freedom in Dinner with Flexi. But mind what you eat, because The Photons in the Cheese Are Lost. Don’t fret though: The Cryo Killer guarantees that your death will be painless, or your money back when you’re thawed. Unless, that is, you’re The Man with Two Legs.Plug into Obsidian Worlds for these and other immersive stories, including the hilarious Time-Traveling Chicken Sexer. Your brain will never be the same again.GENRE: Sci-Fi~*~*~*~*~*~*~EXCERPT:(from The Cryo Killer):“Inesa and Paul, good to meet you. Who referred you?”“Mr. Camfrey’s wife.”Paul’s hands are working. Picking at each other. At the cuticles.“Ah yes, I was sorry to hear about his passing.”“I think,” she lowers her voice, “that it was professionally done. Heart attack, I hear.”I lean forward. “You’d like a similar package, ma’am?”Paul speaks up for the first time. “Is it quick?”If I had a penny for every time a client asked me that question. “Painless,” I say, “or your money back.”Paul harrumphs.“Excellent,” says Inesa, beaming. “You’ve been doing this a while?”“Best in the business,” says Janet, striding over to us. She places a hand on my shoulder. “You’re safe with Barker.”“So, you’re wanting the double package?”Inesa squeezes her husband’s arm. Every carat on her ring finger catches the sunlight. His nod is miniscule.“Yes,” she replies after a moment.“Those are difficult.” I lean back in my chair, weighing the ring out of the corner of my eye. “Coroner looks closely at doubles. Need a plausible cause of death. Right now all I have in stock are gas leaks and home invasions. Invasions can get messy – brings down the property value. I suggest the gas leak. Although …” I glance at Paul. “Home invasions are on the rise.”Paul scratches the skin over his knuckles. His lips have taken on a bluish tinge. I’ve seen all manner of manners displayed in the chairs on the other side of my desk. Clients respond to their impending deaths in all sorts of ways. Paul’s reaction isn’t unique.“Gas leak,” says Inesa definitively.Paul nods, a quick jerk up and down. “When’ll it happen?” He can’t meet my gaze.“I could probably fit you in next week. Any preferences?”“I’m writing an exam on Tuesday,” says Inesa. She looks to Paul, “And I’m sure you’d like to finalize that merger?”He groans.“Late next week?” she asks.“Let’s see … Janet, check my availability, please.”“Could do Friday next.”“Excellent,” says Inesa.“But …” Paul is fading to a paler blue by the minute. Droplets dot his forehead. “I just can’t live with the thought of this hanging over me for the next ten days. I just …” He swallows. “I just can’t.”I reach out a hand and touch the man’s shoulder. His golf shirt is saturated. “Not to worry, sir. A memory wipe is included. You’ll never know you were here.” I offer him my warmest smile. Janet calls it the Big Daddy. “In fact, you may’ve been here before, and you wouldn’t know.”Paul eyeballs me. “Have we been here before?”“I couldn’t tell you.” I wink.~*~*~*~*~*~*~AUTHOR Bio and Links:Jason Werbeloff is a novelist and philosopher. He loves chocolate and his Labrador, Sunny. He's interested in the nature of social groups, personal identity, freedom, and the nature of the mind. His passion is translating philosophical debate around these topics into works of science fiction, while gorging himself on chocolate.Amazon Author Page – download all of Werbeloff's fiction from Amazon -http://smarturl.it/AuthWerbeloffNewsletter – subscribe to get 'The Solace Pill' free, as well as VIP access to Werbeloff's latest fiction - http://smarturl.it/werbeloffGoodreads – read reviews of Werbeloff’s fiction http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7340789

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Lady Clara, the fan-favorite character from Loretta Chase’s New York Times and USA Today bestselling Dressmakers
series, finally gets her own happily ever after!

Convenient marriages are rarely so…exciting. Can society’s most adored heiress and London’s most difficult bachelor fall victim to their own unruly desires?

Biweekly marriage proposals from men who can’t see beyond her (admittedly breathtaking) looks are starting to get on Lady Clara Fairfax’s nerves. Desperate to be something more than ornamental, she escapes to her favorite charity. When a child goes missing, she turns to Oliver Radford—a handsome, brilliant, excessively conceited barrister.

Having unexpectedly found himself in line to inherit a dukedom, Radford needs a bride
who can navigate the Society he’s never been part of. If he can find one without having to set foot in a ballroom, so much the better. Clara—blonde, blue-eyed, and he must admit, not entirely bereft of brains—will do. As long as he can woo her, wed her—and not, like every other sapskull in London, lose his head over her…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Excerpt: Small Drawing Room of Warford House Monday 31 August 1835Clara did not run screaming from the room. A lady didn’t run screaming from anywhere unless her life was in immediate danger.

This was simply another marriage proposal.The Season was over. Almack’s had held its last assembly at the end of July. Most of Society had gone to the country. Yet her family remained in London because her father, the Marquess of Warford, never left before Parliament rose, and Parliament still sat.And so her beaux lingered in London. For some reason—either they’d joined a conspiracy or had made her the subject of wagers in White’s betting book—they seemed to be proposing on a biweekly schedule. They were beginning to wear on Clara’s nerves.Today was Lord Herringstone’s turn. He said he loved her. They all said so with varying degrees of fervor. But being an intelligent girl who read more than she ought to, Clara was sure that he, like the others, merely wanted to claim the most fashionable girl in London for his own.She’d inherited the classic Fairfax looks—pale gold hair, clear blue eyes, and skin that seemed to have been poured like cream over an artistically sculpted face. The world agreed that in her these traits had reached the very acme and pitch of perfection. So had her figure, a model for one of those Greek or Roman goddess statues, according to her numerous swains.Her single flaw—on the outside, that is—the tiny chip in her left front tooth, only made her human and thus, somehow, more perfect.She was like a thoroughbred everybody wanted to own. Or the latest style of dashing vehicle.Her beauty surrounded her like a great stone wall. Men couldn’t see above, beyond, or through it. They certainly couldn’t think past it.This was because men only looked at women. They didn’t listen to women, especially beautiful women.When beautiful women talked, men merely made a greater pretense of listening. After all, everybody knew that women did not really have brains.Clara wondered what women were imagined to have in their skulls in place of brains or what men thought women did their pitiful excuse for thinking with . . .“. . . if you would do me the inestimable honor of becoming my wife.”She came back to the present and said no, as she always did, kindly and courteously, because she’d been rigorously trained in ladyship. Moreover, she truly liked Lord Herringstone. He’d written odes to her, and they were witty and scanned well. He was amusing and a good dancer and reasonably intelligent.So were dozens of other men. She liked them, most of them.But they had no idea who she was and did not try to find out.Perhaps it was quixotic of her, but she wanted more than that.He looked disappointed. Yet he’d survive, she knew. He’d find another woman he would look at and not listen to, but that woman wouldn’t be so unrealistic as to expect him to. They’d wed and rub along together somehow or other, like everybody else.And one of these days Clara would give up hoping for more. One of these days, she would have to say yes.“Either that,” she muttered, “or become an eccentric and run away to Egypt or India.”~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Meet the Author:

Loretta Chase has worked in academe, retail, and the visual arts, as well as on the streets-as a meter maid-and in video, as a scriptwriter. She might have developed an excitingly checkered career had her spouse not nagged her into writing fiction. Her bestselling historical romances, set in the Regency and Romantic eras of the early 19th century, have won a number of awards, including the Romance Writers of America’s Rita. For more about her past, her books, and what she does and doesn’t do on social media, please visit her website www.LorettaChase.com.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

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Evan Powers has become the new manager in Nick Grady’s well-established marijuana growing operation. Led by his roommate and best friend, little has changed in Nick’s secretive business since the late ‘60s, which is just the way the aging hippie would for like it to remain. However, Nick’s complex past comes full circle, thrusting Evan in a scramble to decipher the truth behind the enigmatic lives of the people he holds dear. Deep in the woods, demons will be unleashed.

GENRE: Crime Thriller

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EXCERPT:

We walked directly across the hall, to a second door leading to a second warehouse. It was like those Russian Matryoshka dolls that get pulled apart to reveal smaller dolls nesting inside. A warehouse within a warehouse.Nick took me to the door and knocked.My previous work took place down the long hall to the left, in a room around the corner in the rear of the building, and I looked over my shoulder to where I normally worked with Becka. She was nowhere to be seen. Whatever Nick was about to show me was entirely new, but I had a very good idea of exactly what was behind that thick door.A sliding viewing port opened, and a set of eyes looked out. The viewing port closed, and the sound of a heavy lock clacked from the hollows of the metal door. A moment later it opened and we stepped inside, shielding our eyes from the glaring light.“Holy hell,” I muttered, stepping into the room. The temperature was hot in there, muggy, and my eyes were practically blinded from the succession of thousand-watt high pressure sodium light bulbs lining the ceiling. A sea of tall marijuana plants filled the room, all set in carefully arranged rows, some attached to an elaborate hydroponic system. The smell of fresh marijuana was as thick as soup. A silver tray holding orange slices and a knife sat on a table by the door.“So.” I turned to Nick. “What exactly do you need me to do?”

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Brandon Zenner is an American fiction writer. His short fiction has been published in both print and online publications, the first being submitted when he was just 19 years old. THE EXPERIMENT OF DREAMS, his debut eBook thriller, has reached Amazon's top-ten charts within its genre many times. His categories of choice are thrillers, dystopian, crime, and science fiction.

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Nicholas La Cour loves money. In the game of betrayer and betrayed he thinks his sister Lacey is the prefect target for his manipulative schemes to keep his financial ruin a secret.Gorgeous Lacey La Cour lost her hopeful and playful spirit after being dumped by her childhood sweetheart. Now an adult, she is strong and independent.Determined to find the answer to his money problems, Nicholas discovers his best friend Kienan Egan is strangely attracted to his sister Lacey.Does his sister’s love life hold the answers to all of his problems?Does Nicholas have the prefect plan?A vengeful seduction is swept into play as tragic forces are unleashed in a dangerous game of deception and greed unlocking doors to the past.Will Lacey discover her brother’s deception before it’s too late?When it’s all said and done it’s all about the well-heed things in life, family, friendships, affairs, revenge, and romance.

Miles away that same night, Nicholas’ sleek steel gray BMW 745il quietly purred as he slowly made his way onto Embarcadero West at Jack London Square in Oakland, California. He parked his car in the first open lot he found. The lot was nearly three blocks past the Heinold’s First and Last Chance Saloon. He got out of his car and quickly zipped his jacket as a chilled wind blew softly off of the harbor. Heinold’s looked inviting. He quickly walked past. When he wasn’t meeting Quinn he often got a drink at Heinold’s.He moved quickly, pulling his collar tighter and bracing himself against the cold. The place that he was going to was a place he’d been many times. He smiled warmly remembering. He and Quinn had first gotten in with fake ID’s they made. This was their secret place, their bar. The one place they kept secret from Kienan. As far as dives go, it was where the name originated. But still it was a cool mellow place and the crowd was likeable. The drinks were cheap and you never had to wait. Plus it helped that Quinn got to be real good friends with Sam, the owner, many years ago. “Hey mister can you spare some change?” A bum called to him, quickly moving into his path.Nicholas tried to walk around the man. But he quickly implanted himself in Nicholas’ path.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~AUTHOR Bio and Links:

J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills. She spent over ten years working in the non-profit sector where she wrote grants, press releases and contributed many stories to their newsletter. She was their Newsletter editor for over ten years. She loves growing roses, a good pot of hot tea, chocolate, magical stories, suspense stories, ghost stories, and reading Jane Austen again and again in her past time.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Are you looking for the perfect book to curl up with and enjoy that hot cup of cocoa? I have the perfect book for you and I just know you are going to enjoy it. Snow Deer and Cocoa Cheer by Joanne DeMaio is an awesome winter time read to just relax and forget about the cold outside.Joanne DeMaio is one of my favorite authors that takes me away while I read her books. She does such a fabulous job with description that she always takes me on a little vacation each time I read one of her books. I felt the warm welcome of the small town, enjoyed the beautiful scenery, and became completely engrossed in the story of Jane March and Wes Davis.Jane March is in a bit of a lull. She just can't seem to get that spark of creation she needs for her job making greeting cards. Not only is she dealing with a creative drought she has a broken arm that she is dealing with. I instantly found a bond with Jane. Her Mom sends her on a little journey around town on her I Insist list that I just loved. I could visualize each and every stop on the I Insist List and enjoyed each item on the list as much as Jane and Wes. Wes Davis has had it with small town life. He's going through an emotional time and doesn't want all those sympathetic looks and the "How are you doing?" questions. His fiancee has left him almost at the alter and in a small town everyone knows. I loved that Wes is a mailman and everyone and anyone knows him and when and where he is going to be at. It's just one of those things that gives you the extra small town feel.I loved how Jane ask Wes for help to get to the places on her I Insist List. As they visit and discover each little fabulous wonder of Winter they get to know each other better and a deeper relationship that neither is expecting forms.

The characters are incredible and I loved that I was given the chance to catch up with some old friends to see how life had been for them. Ms. DeMaio's stories always leave me with the feeling that I just made a couple of new friends on the wonderful vacation that she takes me on with her words. I love this lady's work. She's very talented and write a tremendous story any time of the year. Her Christmas stories are just as special as her summer beach stories. Once again Ms. DeMaio has written a fabulous story that held me captivated, left my heart filled with joy, and my soul filled with the spirit of the holidays and love. Overall I thoroughly enjoyed my visit to Addison. I loved watching Jane and Wes develop a new relationship and help each other heal from both physical and emotional issues. Joanne DeMaio knows how to write a lovely story that holds my attention from the first page all the way to very end. Then I'm left waiting for her next release with anxious anticipation. I can't wait to see what wonderful story she has in store for us lucky readers next. I know it'll be a great one.I have to mention Jane's Cards. They are so well described that I wanted to run out and buy her cards to send out for Christmas. They sound beautiful. I also must mention the cover. I love when the cover is so enticing it makes you want to grab the book and dig in. Then when you dig in and the story is just as fabulous as you thought it was going to. Oh those are the things that make this reviewer a happy lady. I was given the opportunity to read this fabulous story so that I may share my thoughts with you. As always it has been my pleasure to share my thoughts with you on Snow Deer and Cocoa Cheer.You may find more of my reviews on Joanne DeMaio's work here.Amazon Buy LinkSnowflakes and Coffee Cakes Buy Link

I could not wait to get my hands on Susana and the Scot after Reading Hannah and the Highlander. I waited with anxious anticipation for Susana and the Scot to arrive. All that waiting and anticipation were well rewarded when I started reading the first page. Sabrina York never lets me down. I know when I open one of her books I am in for an awesome read with just the perfect amount of steam, drama, and romance to keep me well entertained from page one all the way through to the last page.Susana is a fiercely independent lady with spunk and maybe just a touch of sass that sure did make for an interesting story. She is a widow raising an adorable mischievous daughter, Isobel. I found an instant bond with Susana. She has a touch of an ornery streak too. She sets up things to make sure Andrew and his crew aren't all that comfortable for their stay. She feels that instant attraction to Andrew but does her best to fight the feelings and push all the right buttons to frustrate Andrew. Andrew Lochlannach has been sent on a mission to help protect his brother's new in-laws. He's the handsome playboy that has no problem at all attracting the ladies and usually is able to charm his way into their good graces. That is until he meets Susana. He's going to have to double that charm to get in Susana's good graces and then some. I so enjoyed watching these two get to know each other and watching all that tension and frustration grow, develop into new feelings, and turn flammable and combust into an amazing display of fireworks . The Chemistry between these two is incredible.I love how Andrew interacted with Isobel too. That little girl is just way too cute and has no fear. I think she's probably scared a few years off Susana and Andrew's lives from some of the mischief she finds herself in.There is drama, mystery, an interesting secret that is revealed, and suspense to go along with a really great romance story with the perfect amount of hot and steamy. There are a few twists and turns that I certainly did not see coming. Each twist revealed major details or events, a few of those I did not see coming at al. I don't want to tell you about the drama, the mystery, or the secrets. I don't want to spoil it for you. So grab your copy of Susana and the Scot, find a comfy place to sit, and start to devour this fabulous book. I think you are going to love it. I know I certainly did.I can't wait to see what Sabrina York has in store for Lana and the Laird. Her story will be out in March. I have a feeling it will be wonderful and well worth the wait even if I will be impatiently waiting. I was given the opportunity to read this great story so that I may share my thoughts with you. As always it has been my great pleasure to share my thoughts with you on Susana and the Scot.You may find more of my reviews on Sabrina York's work here.Susana and the Scot Amazon Buy LinkUntamed Highlanders Series:Hannah and the Highlander (My Review)Susana and the Scot Lana and the Laird—Coming in 2016

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Finding a naked man where Werewolf bones once were should have let Kate know she was in for an unusual day! Nothing could have prepared her for the discovery that her mother is a Goddess, and that nothing in her life would ever be the same. Zane DeSeville spent five centuries trapped in a prison of his own body only to be awakened by the image of the woman who caused his entrapment. After Kate discovers that she’s the daughter of a Goddess, another bombshell is dropped in her lap. She has to pass three Trials of Humanity, or she’ll be imprisoned as Zane had been, and Zane would be her judge and jury!

Zane found himself liking the strange young man. His appearance was something Zane had never come across before, but that didn't seem to detract from his character, rather it enhanced it.“Okay look, I'm just going to get this over with,” Cole said. Without a further word on the subject, Cole's head leaned back as his body changed to a form Zane was all too familiar with. Zane tried to maintain rigid control on the beast within him. The desire to prove alpha status could not be contained. His fingers shook, the need to dominate drove him. The idea of harming the young wolf made him fight hard to control himself.It was a heedless battle, but the beast would not be contained. The harder he fought, the more the beast raged. He felt the change come upon him before he could control it. His senses heightened, he could smell the other wolf’s presence. With his last coherent ability, he projected his thoughts out, telling the young wolf to run. The beast was free.The young wolf cocked its head to the side, looking at the larger version. It dropped down on its hindquarters, extending its front paws forward with its head lowered. The beast recognized a sign of submission. The beast stood over the young wolf and growled. It remained unsatisfied with an unearned submission. Its jaws snapped at the young wolf’s ear, causing the smaller creature to jump back in surprise.The beast goaded the wolf until it openly attacked. Their sounds of aggression filled the room as they wrestled each other to the ground. Though the younger wolf was smaller, it made up for its lack of size by speed and agility. When its teeth sank into the foreleg of the older wolf the battle turned. It went from a token fight to a fierce battle of wills. The younger wolf continued to use its smaller statute to its advantage. Each time the beast would force the wolf down, it would find a way to escape the hold. With each passing moment a respect was gained. Respect, however, was not something that was worth losing over. The beast howled in delight as his teeth bit into the neck of the wolf, pinning it to the ground. “When your pissing contest is over, I was promised ice cream, a movie, and Holland.” The beast recognized the scent of its mate. It let go of the wolf and backed away.A scream caused all heads to turn in the direction of the door Kate had just entered. The beast watched in disgust as the pale creature crumpled to the ground.

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Kristy Denice Bock is an avid reader who fell in love with creating characters at a young age. She lives in Coastal Carolina and is quite the fan of the Crystal Coast. She is the mother of four unique humans who constantly keep her on her toes. She’s the proud grandmother of two, and the world’s greatest Aunt to ten pretty spectacular humans. Her parents bought her a typewriter at 14, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Read Kristy Denice Bock’s Smashwords Interview at https://www.smashwords.com/interview/kdbock79 Connect with Kristy Denice BockI really appreciate you reading my book! Here are my social media coordinates: